my leg and he avoids Ares's hand still resting on my hip. His fingertips brush against the hollow of my throat, caressing down until he folds his fingers over the neckline of my tank top. Pulling down the material, it tightens over the back of my neck while he exposes more of my chest. The back of his knuckles brush against my nipple as he works the neckline lower.
My breath catches when his lips seal over my nipple the moment he exposes me. His mouth is hot, and oh so wet. My back arches, pushing my chest harder against him. Dante makes a low sound in the back of his throat, and I feel it rumble over my flesh. With one hand still holding my shirt down, his other hand moves from under his pillow, and he uses his thumb on my other nipple, mimicking his mouth. A tingle of awareness pools between my legs, it’s almost like I can feel him there. Dante’s lower half rocks against me, and I feel his hard length against my thigh. I want to scoot closer to him, to feel him where the ache is getting harder to ignore, but if I move, I’m afraid I’ll wake Ares.
Releasing the shirt, his mouth stays attached to my breast, and the fabric springs back but can’t cover me. Dante’s hand travels over my stomach, his fingers pointed down as his palm lands over my center. With a hint of pressure right over my clit, and his lips still locked around my nipple, he sucks, and I know I can’t last. Tugging my hand from his hair, I bite the fleshy part of my palm, my neck tipping back as I come undone.
Dante rocks his hand against me, making the sweet torture last far longer than I would have thought possible, and my hips jerk a few times when I get overly sensitive. He moves his hand from between my legs up and bringing it up to his face, he licks over his whole palm. Falling back onto the mattress he shudders.
Without an ounce of thought I follow him, clinging to his shoulder so I’m draped across his chest as he heaves for breath. I cock my knee over his waist, and he’s still rock hard beneath me. When I shift my legs, he makes a deep, whining sound.
Brushing up against him, my body undulates against his. Dante’s hand pushes my knee a little lower, and he lets out a little hiss, his eyes squeezed shut. Pulling back up so my leg drags against his length, his hips swivel.
Knowing what he needs, I continue the movement on my own. Trailing my mouth up over his chin to his parted lips, I kiss him with a passion I didn’t know I was capable of, deeply hungry for him. Dante’s neck lifts as his lower body goes rigid and he groans, but I seal my mouth over his, stealing the sound. After a few long seconds he grabs my leg tightly, stopping me from rocking against him.
He’s still breathing hard, his chest heaving, but so am I. Closing my eyes, I relax against him. He’s warm and solid, and I’m perfectly content being his living blanket.
It doesn’t take long before Dante is back asleep, his hard body pliant beneath me. I lie there a few more minutes to make sure he’s sleeping deeply before pulling myself away from him.
Now that the adrenaline has worn off, and my lust has been sated, all the what-ifs start filling my head. What if someone woke up while we were… I can’t even come up with the right word. What if someone did wake up, and I was just too blissed out to know? How would they have reacted? How would I have reacted?
Shaking the thoughts away, I try to pretend like I didn’t just hit second base with one of my boyfriends, while the other three were lying next to us. I decide to take my cues from the guys—it wasn’t just me in this bed, Dante was right here with me the entire time. I will assume if he’s willing to touch me like that with the others near us, then it’s okay, fine. Not slutty, or bad. I’m not even going to let myself think about how it was also exciting and exhilarating, or the way my pulse was pounding against my ribcage. Nope, not thinking about that.
Chapter 19
“What do you mean, ‘they’re already here.’ How do you know?”